The Alpha’s Desire 5(6)

 

 

 

I slide and swirled my tongue, taking him in as far as he would go. Looking up at his face, his eyes had darkened, clouded with lust. I didn’t know if that was from my ministrations or from the depravity of the situation of getting a blow job in the middle of a field. I didn’t care at this point either.

 

 

 

We both had hearing good enough to be alerted if anyone came this way; still, making love in the middle of a field, the wide open expanse of land, the sun warm on our skin, it had a certain dangerous appeal to it, a thrill one just didn’t get in a bedroom. They say to walk the land in bare feet puts one in touch with it, clears one’s energy. It had nothing on grinding your naked ass into it as the one you love moves in and out of you with an animalistic need.

 

 

 

As his fingers tangled in my thick mane, he growled, “I won’t last much longer if you keep that up, not that I want to complain about the attention.”

 

 

 

Sliding him out of my mouth, I appreciated how red and hard I’d made him. I’d never tire of staring at any part of this alpha male of mine either. With a sinister grin and a nod of understanding, I edged my body out from under his until I was sprawled out on my back on the grass, my wide open thighs right under his head. I let my red-tipped fingers play with my swollen wet folds, listening to his growl deepen, low and fierce, even falter, as I teased myself. Licking my lips, a growl emerged from me as well knowing what his tongue could do to me all too well.

 

 

 

“Let me do that,” he begged, his voice now hoarse.

 

 

 

His hands grabbed onto my thighs as if they were a lifeline. Pushing them open further as his fingertips dug into my skin, he lowered his mouth slowly until the pants of his breath bathed my wetness, causing a warmth followed by a chill as he breathed in and out so close to my sensitive skin. This pause of his a sign he was barely holding onto his control, I moved my hips off the ground as much as I could manage to call him to me.

 

 

 

He gave a hard laugh, a grin pulling up the sides of his mouth a touch before he lowered himself, let his tongue swipe along my folds, causing my mind to blur, my vision to follow suit. Laying back, closing my eyes, seeing the spots of the sun through my eyelids, I let go, let him, lick, nibble, and arouse me further until his tongue brushed against my clit and I felt my undoing begin.

 

 

 

“You taste so good,” he said after placing a kiss on my mound with his full lips wet with my juices.

 

 

 

“Don’t tease me. More,” I choked out.

 

 

 

My hips bucked, begging him for attention, as my labored breathing began to burn my dry throat.

 

 

 

“Oh, I’m going to make you come, my love. Don’t you worry your pretty little head about that. Before you know it, I’ll have you screaming my name.”

 

 

 

With that challenge laid out between us, he lowered his mouth to me again, his tongue flicked out at my clit giving it a gentle spanking that made my breath hitch, stop a second, as I closed my eyes again to the world spinning around me. He made me feel so loved, so wanted, in a way I’d never known possible, especially when his tongue pushed harder against my engorged nub, putting in the effort, knowing exactly what I liked, what drove me close to insane.

 

 

 

As I began to writhe on the ground, the contractions in my lower stomach increasing, growing harder, closer together, he pulled back another second, I knew to watch the majestic dance of my pussy just before I came. He’d talked about it at length before. When my hips bucked up, begging for more, for mercy, he sucked my clit in-between his lips. The repetition of his movements against me threw me over that precipice where I rode out the throbs of passion that built inside of me, clenching at the grass, ripping tufts of it up into my hands, before I cried out his name, the sound of my voice breathy, sultry, weak, music to my ears as my body continued its own tune.

 

 

 

As I weathered the last of the after orgasm tremors that shook me, he lowered his head to my mound. I could feel him sniffing me, a wolf thing, the air chilling as his heated cheek warmed me. Just as I regained a few normal breaths, the whirlwind began again when he slid his body up mine.

 

 

 

“You okay?” he asked, looking at me with hooded, misty eyes.

 

 

 

His emotions for me most of the time my undoing, I managed to answer, “Of course. Better than okay by far.”

 

 

 

He pulled my body to his, bringing my nipples back to life as they were pressed against his hard chest. With his erection nestled in the soft pouch of my stomach, I caressed his hips with my legs, wrapping myself around him, using my calves to pull him in tighter. As he caressed my hair, my face with his free hand, I loved the mix of gentle touch with short grips to show me how much he wanted to make love and fuck me at the same time. I knew the feeling all too well. The woman in me meshed with my new savage beast he’d awakened, making my want to be loved in all ways.